dim the lights
pour the wine
I’m ready now
spark the match
candles lit, sultry
my Tangerine
I think I found you
hot wax on skin
as the smoke billows
candles flicker, tender
my Tangerine
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
She was sleeping but wasn’t tired -
simply cozy and warm
and happy to be by his side.
There wasn’t anywhere to go, anyway.
Even if she fought through the rain
(and the wind - you don’t hear enough
about the wind these days, always fleeting)
we were, well, quarantined.
He was everywhere,
like dust on shelves,
like pop hits on the radio,
like fake news on television.
During trying times,
to be cozy and warm,
well fed and by his side
was more than enough.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC
Tepid rains fall on skin -
nurturing, loving, welcomed,
building nostalgic embers
behind closed eyes.
I miss your glassy amber gaze
as I do your touch,
once nurturing,
once loving,
once welcomed.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
When the day sleeps,
do you still think of me?
When the moon rises,
can you see my face?
Is it my voice that so vividly
occupies your dreams?
I look to the stars for clarity
but the sable skies block
your glistening eyes.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
See - you think you need things
to be happy, but you do not:
simply being is happiness.
As we age, we find our
beauty in the mundane,
the everyday, in every
gift of life from your
smile to your laugh
to your scent
to your touch
to your kiss
to simply
every.
thing.
you.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
I love her -
I let her have
the last bite of guacamole.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:56 AM UTC
Hello, Autumn?
Where are you?
Where are you, Autumn?
I long for you:
your cold touch greets my skin;
your wispy auburn hair blows & tangles,
hiding the rose red of your wind-kissed cheeks.
My flannel uniform keeps me temperate;
My pumpkin spiced latte keeps me chic.
Your head, resting on my shoulder keeps me full.
Earlier and earlier the sun dips into the sea;
a chilling reminder that maybe Autumn,
sweet Autumn, wasn't meant to be.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
Hello, burrito?
Where are you?
Where are you, burrito?
I long for you.
You didn't tell me
you'd be gone for so long.
You didn't tell me the war would carry on.
You didn't tell me I'd fall for someone else.
Hello, burrito?
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
There's a fire in my heart and
it builds behind my face until
there's nothing left to do
but cry.
Memories rust & tarnish as years
escape through my empty hands.
In the midst of death, life persists.
I am not a warrior. I am not a jester.
I am nothing more than flesh and bone.
I am my father's son, my brother's brother,
and I pray that in the midst of darkness,
light persists.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC